JIM BUTTON,
TELLING TALES.

Going Nowhere

It all seems a bit ridiculous that we’re on our fifth Going Nowhere weekend, a trip with all the lads from my Ontario days.

Originally this was a one time affair but now it feels like I’ve got 25 wives thinking this was just a very sneaky was to repeatedly act like a kid again with their husbands every six months.

Just got back from Fernie on the GN2020 Winter fiasco bonanza!! I’m more than a little tired, certainly am sore from skiing and feel like my head has been buzzing for five days.

And it was perfect. I love these guys, each with his own quirks and foibles. Some clean the cabin, many don’t, one or two openly refuse to work or pay. But that’s the beauty of a long standing friend group like this. You already know what’s going to happen before they do, and when it happens comedy ensues. It truly takes a Village to keep Jim entertained.

I laughed for five days straight. Now I decompress and at some point I start planning the summer adventure.

Luckiest guy on the planet indeed.

Thank you Bomber, Chemosabe, Obi Wan Chemobi, Ry Guy, Grasshopper, Dollboy, Ringer, Shoulders, Keith, Plunkhead, Dug, Bone, Garth, Burbidee, Nutpumeller, Junior and Senior Carpenter, BriGuy, Boy Genius, Berti, Lusty, Babyface, Kreepy. Oh, and yes, even Skinnyman.

I love you guys.

Toe-reffic

B Positive